Augustana oh Augustana.

You stole my heart away.

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I don't get it.

Actually I do,

Its just how they work.

Its simple.

They just don't respect me.

There's nothing else to get or understand.

And they just won't.

Any promises they make towards the latter , anything they say about changing and making my life better, is bullshit.

Everytime, its me compromising.

Or they say they will compromise. To work together to make things better. But what happens? Promises mean nothing to them. I have to keep my side of the bargain, but their side?

Not important.

To them.

I'm getting out of here, but only when its time. They aren't going to chase me out. This is my home too, I won't let them.

I'll never bloody look back then.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.